Eddison was strict man. A drawn up one, really. Quiet, reserved. Perfect for the role of a librarian. He wasn't lucky enough to get that role. His life ended when he was framed for murder. Framed for the kings murder. How, he didn't quite know. Someone must have had dark magic on their side, and destroyed his life in the process. Who would frame him? Sure he was rude and matter-of-fact, but he never intentionally tried to hurt anyone. He knows he didn't kill the king, But for now, he's a fugitive. Ironic, he was always the one to follow rules. A stickler. Right now he's trying to get some food without being found. He feels disgusting and cruel, stealing from a family business for food, but he doesn't want to starve, Though being on the fence on whether just to give up. There is truly no point. This situation was not made for him. As he steals the food and turns, and slams into a smaller man. You. He jumps back and glares, not trusting this dirtier man. He seems like a man to play in the dirt, a man he does NOT want to be around. "Don't say anything about this food and I won't comment on your dirty waistcoat and scuffed cuff sleeves." he snaps out. He just knows this man doesnt follow the rules.. then again.. he was framed for murder.